by Bob Malone
From “Ain’t What You Know” (2009)
You’re not here, so what am I doing here?
‘Cept laying waste to another precious year
I’m feeling lonely, feeling sorry for myself
And I’m disgusted, but it can’t be helped
I can’t be strong all the time
I want to pick up that bottle, do some damage to myself
I can’t have heaven, but I can jump straight into hell
Straight into hell…
And on this long dark highway there ain’t no end in sight
I hope Saint Christopher is riding shotgun tonight
You’re not here, so what am I doing here?
Being so far from you is even worse than I have feared
You know that home ain’t much, just a couple of rooms
Couple of cats, and a stack of bills overdue
But you’re there my love and I should be there too
Time’s too short to spend a minute away from you
Away from you…
And on this long dark highway there ain’t no end in sight
I hope Saint Christopher is riding shotgun tonight
You’re not here, so what am I doing here?
Can’t fool myself ‘bout my failures, they are just as they appear
I feel like I’ve seen it all, and it’s gonna be more of the same
I found out too late how they rigged the game
I held a losing hand before I even knew the rules…
And on this long dark highway there ain’t no end in sight
I hope Saint Christopher is riding shotgun tonight…
© 2008 Born Too Late Music (SESAC)/Nurvibob Music (SESAC)
